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He cupped her face gently in his hand.
“Why not?” he asked softly.

She shrugged. “I’m not certain. But I
never came to be with child when I was married.” It was one of her
greatest failings. The one that hurt the most. If she’d had a child
to love, her suffrage with her late husband wouldn’t have been for
naught.

“Did you ever stop to think that was a
blessing?”

“No. It wasn’t a blessing. A child
would have been a blessing.”

He nodded slowly, as though mulling it
over.

“Don’t pity me,” she blurted. She
wanted to bite it back as soon as the words left her mouth. But it
was too late.

“Pity is the very last emotion I’d
ever feel for you, Charlotte.” He looked closely. Almost too
closely. Closely enough that the hair on her neck stood up. “I have
something for you. But emotions are so high, I fear this is a bad
time.”

“My emotions are fine,” she began to
explain. But he held a finger against her lips to shush her. “Let
me show you what I have for you and then you can decide.” He arched
a brow in question. She nodded.

“My gardener likes to bring the maid
here.” He took her hand and began leading her farther into the
greenery.

“To help with the plants?”

He chuckled lightly. “No.” He pulled
her around the corner and then stopped, wrapping his arms around
her from behind. In front of them lay a small oasis, with a covered
settee. It seemed oddly out of place amongst the greenery, with all
its brightly colored damask pillows. Standing in the middle of the
clearing was a young man, no more than thirty years, Charlotte
assumed. And clutched tightly in his arms was a lady, about the
same age if Charlotte had to guess.

“We should give them privacy,”
Charlotte said, although her pulse was beginning to pound and she
could feel a pleasant flush spreading across her cheeks.

“They don’t want privacy,” Trent
growled in her ear. His hand cupped her breast, his grip strong,
but pleasant. She covered his hand with hers until she could
understand his meaning.

“They know we’re here?” Charlotte
asked.

He nodded. “They like to be watched.”
Amusement lit his face. But something else was there as well.
Something darker. Something lusty. Something she fully wanted to
explore.

Charlotte settled back against Trent’s
length as the gardener and the maid began to quickly disrobe. The
maid tore at his jacket just before he helped to shove her gown to
her feet. They were naked within moments. He had a lovely physique,
his arms and shoulders taught and slim. The maid was curvy and
busty, and she had no qualms about being naked with him. Nor with
having a stranger watch. Nor the duke.

“Do you do this often?” Charlotte
asked of Trent.

Trent’s hands slid along Charlotte’s
shoulders until he could lift her hair out of the way. He began to
work the fastenings of her gown and his lips replaced his fingers
as they worked down the path. He was taking his time. He lifted his
mouth to reply, “I stumbled upon them a few months ago. They knew I
was watching. He says she likes it. Being watched.” He shrugged.
“I’ve come upon them a few times since then.”

“And today? Was this
planned?”

“It’s their normal meeting time.” He
looked down at her as he shoved her gown down around her feet. “If
this doesn’t interest you, we can leave.”

“I assume you’d like for me to learn
something?”

“No.” He said it quickly, and then he
moved to pull her dress back up.

She stayed his hands with her own.
“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want you to learn anything. I
simply wanted to please you.”

The maid cried out, drawing her
attention to the couple in the clearing. Trent chuckled as he saw
the maid climb onto the gardener’s lap and slide down his cock.
“They usually have more finesse.” He kissed Charlotte softly.
“Let’s go back up to the manse.”

“No,” Charlotte breathed, suddenly
entranced by what was going on in the clearing. She couldn’t have
torn her gaze away if she’d demanded it. The sight of a determined
female taking charge the way this young maid was doing, it drew all
of her attention. “Let’s stay.”

Trent ran his hands up and down
Charlotte’s arms. “I would like to be as naked as they are.” He
kissed her cheek softly. “Would that be all right with
you?”

“I’m not made of glass, Trent,”
Charlotte reminded him. “You treat me as though I’ll break. Or run
screaming from the area.”

He began to disrobe her quickly.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown, let him pull her chemise over
her head, and let him pull her drawers down over her feet so she
could step out of them. “So beautiful,” he breathed. He pressed a
quick kiss against the flat of her stomach as he stood
up.

She wasn’t beautiful. Not by a long
shot. Her hips were too wide and her breasts were too small. But
she forced herself to stand tall and proud and not cover her body
from his gaze. She was rewarded by a darkening of his eyes and a
groan as he licked across her lips.

He took her breath with that simple
touch. Charlotte’s heart beat a staccato rhythm within her breast,
and she found it hard to breathe.

“Now you,” she said as she began to
shove his coat from his shoulders. He helped her remove his cravat
and waistcoat, as he let her pull his shirt over his
head.

He arched a brow at her as she began
to work the fastenings of his trousers. He pressed hard against her
hand. How could that be? He’d just satisfied himself. “You look
surprised by how much I want you,” he remarked.

He was taunting her. She was certain
of it. But she was up for the challenge. Wasn’t she? “You were
satisfied mere moments ago.”

“You drive me mad, darling,” he
growled. “I want you more than I want my next breath.” He sighed
heavily as she closed her fist around his cock. “You’ll appreciate
the fact that I took myself in hand when I last long enough to
satisfy you.” He kissed her forehead. “I promise.”

Charlotte turned her back to him and
he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to him, his
cock pressed hard against her backside as she went back to watching
the couple in the clearing from behind the foliage that shielded
them from view. “You’re certain they don’t mind being
watched?”

“Positive.” Then he called out loudly.
“Slow things down a little, Sam, will you?” He grinned at what must
have been Charlotte’s look of bewilderment as he then called out,
“Good morning, Gretchen.”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” she
twittered back. She didn’t slow her quick rise and fall on Sam’s
cock.

“His Grace has asked that we slow
down,” Sam reminded Gretchen with a wicked grin.

The gardener stilled the maid by
clenching her hips between his fingertips. He grinned at her, and
she buried her face in his shoulder for a moment. But she smiled a
siren’s smile as he lifted her from his manhood and set her on the
bench beside him. He turned and spread her legs, her blond curls
separating, her pouty pink lips slick with desire and fully exposed
to the air. He sank down between her bent knees and pulled her ass
to the edge of the chair.

Sam took Gretchen’s breast in his hand
and slowly licked across her nipple. She raised her feet, wrapping
them around Sam’s waist to draw him closer to her, but he pulled
back, refusing to hurry.

Trent cupped Charlotte’s breasts in
his big, strong hands from behind, and lightly stroked across her
nipples as Sam toyed with Gretchen’s breasts. A whimper left
Charlotte’s lips, and she saw Gretchen smile at the sound of it.
“Lick my pussy,” Gretchen said to Sam.

Charlotte’s belly clenched at her
course words. Heat flooded her thighs and Trent groaned behind her
as the teasing flicks of his thumbs became urgent tugs with his
fingertips. “Do you want me to lick your pussy, Charlotte?” he
asked quietly by her ear. Her knees nearly buckled, but he held her
in his strong arms. She shook her head.

“I want to learn to please you,”
Charlotte said, turning to bury her face in Trent’s
chest.

“You please me more than you know,” he
said. “Just give me a moment, all right?”

She nodded tentatively as he dropped
to his knees before her. With his hands holding tightly to her
bottom, he pulled one leg up and draped it over his shoulder.
Charlotte had to reach out and hold onto the top of Trent’s head as
he pressed his lips to her curls. “I won’t drop you,” he murmured,
just as he parted her softest places with his tongue.

Charlotte cried out, just as Gretchen
did. Charlotte watched as Sam parted Gretchen’s shiny pink folds
with his fingertips and then dipped two fingers inside her. Sam
dropped his head and began to lick wildly at her most tender
places. Trent suckled gently on Charlotte’s clitoris. His hands
were too busy holding her upright to put his fingers inside her, or
so she thought until he felt his hand creep across her bottom and
enter her from behind. “Oh, goodness,” Charlotte cried out, just as
his fingers filled her.

“I love the way you lick my pussy,”
Gretchen said to Sam.

Trent’s eyes lifted to meet hers and
Charlotte could not speak; she couldn’t find the wherewithal to
give reason to her thoughts. Instead, she threaded her hands into
his hair and held him tightly where she wanted him. He hummed
against her clit as he suckled it lightly, his fingers thrusting
slowly in and out of her body as he worked her. A slow, slurpy, wet
noise rang around the room. But Charlotte couldn’t tell if it was
her or Gretchen whose body sang with arousal.

“I’m going to come!” Gretchen cried
loudly. Charlotte looked over at the couple, and noted that
Gretchen held herself open with two fingers for Sam to lick across
her folds. Then he concentrated on what must have been the center
of her pleasure, and Gretchen’s body spasmed wildly as she
came.

Trent began to hum slowly as he set a
rhythm with his tongue and lips against Charlotte’s clit. Charlotte
cried out. He nodded, his eyes watching her face as she closed her
eyes, hung her head back and came. Charlotte held his head close
against her pussy, her thigh clenching around his neck, drawing him
closer and closer as her body bucked. His fingers pulled out of her
and moved to hold her bottom as her legs grew weak. But she came.
Dear God, she came, and came, and came. Trent drank from her, his
gentle sucking becoming great licks across her clit, dipping deeper
and farther with each stroke, until he licked from ass to clit with
each stroke. Her body sang as he brought her back down from her
orgasm slowly. He turned his head and wiped his mouth on the inside
of her thigh, on her silk stockings.

Charlotte unclenched her hands from
his hair and pulled her leg from around his shoulder. Her legs were
wobbly and weak. But he held her tightly in his arms as he stood up
and pressed his shiny wet lips to hers. The musky scent of her
clung to his mouth, and to hers as he kissed her.

Sam and Gretchen traded places in the
chair, and Gretchen moved to sit between Sam’s knees. He laid a
pillow down for her on the floor and she settled between them.
Gretchen’s head dipped slowly as she licked up and down the length
of Sam’s cock.

“I want to do that for you,” Charlotte
whispered.

Trent cupped her face in his hands as
he asked, “Have you ever…?”

She shook her head. “I want to
learn.”

“Hold her hair to the side, Sam, will
you?” Trent called out.

Sam smiled and gathered Gretchen’s
hair into his fist at the back of her head. Gretchen purred against
his cock, the sound low and vibrating through the room.

Charlotte sank to her knees in front
of Trent. He gathered her hair in a similar fashion. Charlotte
watched as Gretchen licked up and down Sam’s shaft and she did the
same to Trent. He groaned loudly as her tongue lapped around the
head of his cock. The slit in the center wept and Charlotte lapped
at it like a kitten with cream. “God, you’ll undo me,” Trent
groaned. He tasted salty, but not unpleasant.

“Take a little more, Gretch,” Sam
urged, leaning forward a bit so he could tilt his cock toward
Gretchen. She closed her mouth around the head of his cock and her
cheeks sucked in as she applied suction. Charlotte did the
same.

Trent’s cock pulsed in her mouth as he
groaned and began to push against her lips. “Just like that,” Trent
encouraged. “Take a little more.”

Charlotte opened her mouth wider, and
circled her tongue around the head of cock with each shove and
retreat. Trent’s breath hitched in his throat at her innocent
exploration. “God, you suck my cock so well,” Trent encouraged.
“Don’t stop,” he said, when she slowed down to watch Gretchen and
Sam.

Sam pulled Gretchen off his cock with
a growl and shoved her over the back of the settee with her bottom
in the air. He shoved himself inside her in one full motion,
pressing so hard that Gretchen cried out as he pushed her forward.
“Harder,” Gretchen cried as he slid out and pressed himself home
again.

Trent tried to pull his cock from
Charlotte’s mouth but she mumbled around his length and sucked
harder. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to please
him.